Kes grinned, his eyes sliding to mine. "Jealous?" I huffed a little, but then...

Kes grinned, his eyes sliding to mine. "Jealous?" I huffed a little, but then admitted the truth. "Yes, I'm jealous." His gaze softened. "You don't need to be," he said softly. "Sorcha's just a friend." "That's what you call me," I said, stupid tears making my eyes prickle. Kes shook his head slowly. "No, you're my girl."
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He reached out and brushed his thumb along my bottom lip. "You're my girl, Aimee. No one else." Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.